Workin' Stiff

Andrew Cole’s greased arms sink past the wrist into Bryce Colby and Jarod Clark, elbows disappearing, jockstraps pushed aside, leather harnesses creaking with each shove. Their rings flare wide then grip tight around his knuckles, hungry. Every thrust punches in, shakes out, again and again, until the holes pulse and stay open, breathing. Bryce and Jarod grind back, jaws locked, taking the ride. When Andrew finally yanks free they stay spread, wet, waiting. His chest heaves; the two lean in, twist his nipples hard, milk the load out of him in thick stripes across sweaty skin.